Wells River High School - Chatterbox Yearbook (Wells River, VT)

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HAPPY FAMILY The Fullers are a lively family, of which Jean is the most lively member. She is ten years old, has curly blond hair and a look of innocence about her that captures ev- eryone’s heart. Gramp is a stubborn old gent who goes around in old overalls. He has a short, white beard and a tiny bit of white hair on his bald head. He never wears a hat when he goes out. His winter is a succession of one cold after another. Mrs. Fuller once, very foolishly, remarked in front of the family that she was going to glue the mop on his head for a wig. This remark would not have been foolish if Jean had not been present. We really can’t blame Jean—- she’s such a lively little girl. One fateful day at two o’clock Gramp sat down in the living room chair for his usual afternoon nap despite the pleas of his daughter to go to his bedroom. In a half hour he was snoring peacefully in deep slum- ber. The time to act had come. A small figure crept around the back of the chair. A bottle labeled Iron Glue” rose from behind and a little hand with a brush fol- lowed. Then came a period of intense activity in which the glue was spread thickly over the head and the mop clamped on. Now a spectacular disappearin' act took place, and the scene of the crime was again at peace. Ring, Ring! The telephone clamored in the quiet recess of the hall. Mrs. Fuller answered. A ten-minute conversation followed in which Mr. Fuller informed his wife—we shall skip her part of the conversation!—that he was bringing his boss home to dinner, that his boss was a wealthy man, accustomed to dining by candlelight and in evening dress, that she would have to collect the kids and lock them in the attic, and, above all, that she should get Gramp dressed up. As you have orobably guessed, Mr. Fuller was doing his best to influence his em- plover in the art of making the position of an accountant more lucrative. 7

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THE SENIORS The mighty Seniors number ten And are the subject of my pen. Our Senior Class of ’45 In basketball is quite alive. Sports are not for Evelyn Guay From basketball she stays away. Beverly Brizzee’s the quieter type But in basketball she’s quite all right. Barbara Bidwell has red hair Call her spitfire, she doesn’t care. Gloria Gibson, a South Ryegate girl, Is never left out of the social whirl. Florence McKinley, dark and gay— On the topic of men she too has her say. Everett Dargie, dark and tall, I’ve heard his car is free for all. Clifton Stearns, our athletic pride, We’re glad we have him on our side. Jean Garvin has lots of vim And has a wide, good natured grin. Doris Sawyer has lots of dreams, Is that where she gets her English themes? Bobby Normand works in a store, Spends his money and then earns more. Although we grumble, I sadly fear, We’ll miss them all in school next year. —A Freshman 6

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Mrs. Fuller began a series of rush here, do this, rush there, do thats. Luckily, she had an excellent meal planned for that evening. Now to get rid of the children. Murder would be too obvious, and hiding would be too confusing, so to simplify matters she phoned to ask a friend if she might send the children over for sunoer. The No” and the slam of the receiver didn’t faze her a bit. She phoned another friend. Finally, after four tries, she obtained shelter for them in the home of the village grocer for a mere trifle of five dollars. In a half hour the boss will appear. Dinner is beauti- fully cooked, the table is attractively set, and the room is beautifully lighted with candles. Now to get Gramp dressed. This won’t be hard be- cause he is really a proud man and with only a half hour he won’t have time to argue. She gives the maid last minute instructions and enters the den of evil. She pauses on the threshold to switch on the light. Tust as she falls in a dead faint into an arm! chair she switches the light off. Fifteen minutes pass and a horn is heard outside. The boss steps out of the car and walks up the pathway very stiffly. He is nrepared for a very dull evening. All day he has listened to tales of a harmonious family where every- one dresses for dinner, where a charming wife and perfect hostess reigns over all, where the children are little angels” and go to bed immediately after sunoer. A butler, hired for the occasion, opens the door and takes their coats. Where is the little wife? Is there a flaw in this nest of perfection? Mr. Fuller coughs in em- barrassment and invites the boss into the living room. They pause on the threshold to switch on the light. Gramp is sleeping peacefully in his old overalls and his moo wig of which he is still unaware. Mrs. Fuller rests just as peacefully in an arm chair wearing an old house dress, a soiled apron, and dust cap. As the boss looks around, he sees his accountant stretched peacefully out on the floor. Peace reigns over all. 8